Bound, Chalen D. [notion reading list txt] 📗

Will you go to the store with me?”

“Sure.”

She turned off her computer and they went shopping. He then dropped her off at the car. Today was pay day. Which meant bills. She drove home and unlocked her little mail box. And their they were. She went back up stairs.

She put money in the rent envelop right away. And some in the gas envelop. She could not live without her heater or the stove.

“Hey.” Carson walked in setting Puppy free.

Puppy ran over to Morgan demanding to be held. Morgan scooped her up.

“How was your Day?” Carson walked to the fridge.

“Honest question.” Morgan sighed. “What do you think I could go without? Water or electricity?”

Carson turned to her with a bottled water.

“Water.” She shoved in the money. She shoved a hand through her hair. “Why do bills have to be so damn expensive?” She kissed Puppy and set her free.

“How was your day?” She smiled at Carson.

Her smile was strong when she should have been pulling out her hair.

“Did you shower?”

“Yeah for dinner tonight.”

“Crap I forgot. Do we have to?”

“We have to.” He nodded.

“Alright.” She got up, with a sigh.

“You go take a shower and I’ll send off your bills.”

“Thank You.” Morgan gave him a kiss and walked to the bathroom.

Carson waited until the water turned on, and then pulled out his wallet. Morgan was his to take care of. He easily shoved a few bills into the electric envelope, sealed it, and then grabbed the others heading down stairs. He shoved the envelopes into the mail box. Tonight wasn’t just any dinner he closed a deal and wanted to take Morgan to meet his family to celebrate. Upstairs Morgan felt like an ugly potato. She pulled on the light purple dress heels necklace, and bracelet and looked at herself in the mirror.

It would have to do.

“So?” She said slowly walking into the living room. Carson looked over his shoulder at her.  “How do I look?”

Carson walked over to her.

“Bad.”

“Bad?” Morgan asked flatly.

“You look beautiful, but that might be a bad thing if I can’t control myself.”

“You’ll just have to.” She smiled.

He kissed her.

“You have lip stick.” She wiped at his mouth

. He grabbed her hand and pulled her to the door.

“Did you really put Puppy in Jail?” She asked.

Puppy was glaring from behind a mesh net.

“Yep.” He nodded. “That way she wouldn’t get stuck under the couch while we’re gone.”

Carson pulled up to a large house and Morgan smacked her forehead.

“You’re taking me to meet your family!” She hissed. “I could have spent more time on my hair!”

“You look fine. Come on.” He dragged Morgan to the door and inside.

A lot of male voices carried from the living room. Carson spent no time in the foyer and hurried into the living room were a game was playing. Carson dropped his hands on two men’s shoulders.

“Carson!” One of them yelled.

“What’s up buddy?” The other asked.

Morgan’s Eye’s fell on a striking man in the corner chair. A woman was sitting on his lap actually wearing a collar. The man was intimidating, and Morgan took a step back. She felt like she was intruding. The man cocked his head a bit.

“Who’s this?”

The room went silent, and all eyes were on Morgan. Six strikingly handsome men, all looking at her.

“This is Morgan, She’s my date tonight. Morgan these are my brothers. Alex.” He held a hand out to the guy who had the woman on his lap. He nodded. “Nick and Peter.” Carson said, to the men on the big couch. And then Austin and Daniel.” He said pointing at the small couch.

Morgan waved shyly and scooted closer to Carson. Carson towered over Morgan, but she liked it that way. It felt safe.

“She’s pretty.” Nick said.

“And she’s mine, Perv.” He smacked his brother. “Come on.”

He grabbed her arm and led her into the kitchen.

“Mom, Pop.”

“A girl!” His mother said, dropping a plate.

It clattered to the floor, but didn’t break. Morgan jumped, digging her nails into Carson’s hand. Worried he looked down. Her face had gone white.

“I’m Vivian!” His mother hugged her oblivious. “And this Is Alexander!”

 She grabbed her husband’s arm and pulled him forward.

“Hello.” He said holding his hand out.

“I’m Morgan.” She shook his hand.

“Firm hand shake you have there.”

“Thank you.” Morgan smiled.

“Help me with the roast Carson.” His mom said.

Carson took off his jacket and Morgan took it.

“I got it.”

“Thank you.” He kissed her softly.

“Sure.” She felt her cheeks get hot.

She set their coats on the coat rack and then turned. A little girl was at her feet.

“Jeesh.” She tried hard not to say shit.

The little girl looked at her left arm and then back up to her face.

“Are you an angel?”

“No.” Morgan said confused.

“My Sister told me angels have marked wrists.”

“I’m not an angel.”

“Of course you are.” She said, nodding. “Sister says, That only angels harm themselves because they don’t like life on earth. This world is destroying them so they try to go back up to heaven. They’re too sensitive to the pain of others and their own.”

“Your sister is very wise.”

“Thank you.” She smiled. “She was also an angel, but she has already returned home.”

The girl with the brown hair and eyes.

“Emily.” Carson said, “Why don’t you help Mommy with the cookies.”

“Okay.” Emily skipped away.

Carson walked over to Morgan and grabbed her arm. She didn’t try to pull free. She stopped trying to hide when she was nineteen. Carson flipped her wrist over and looked at her arm.

“They’re old.”

“How old?”

“Old.” She said, taking her arm away.

“Dinner!” Vivian called.

“Come on.” Morgan muttered walking to the dining room she had passed earlier.

They all sat down and dinner was served.

Alexander raised his glass, “To Carson who closed that deal.”

“You never told me you closed a deal.” Morgan looked at Carson. “You don’t talk to me.”

Alex snorted and kissed his slaves hand.

“Carson, why didn’t you tell her?” Alexander asked, “He bought the old wicker building. He’s going to renovate it and turn it into a shelter or something.”

Morgan turned on him, “Why would you do that?”

“Not now honey.” Carson took her hand but she yanked it away.

“People Live in there. Good people, Carson. Where are they supposed to go?”

Her mind went straight to Marcy and the kids, on the street begging for change.

“I suddenly feel sick. I need some fresh air. Please excuse me.”

Without anyone giving the okay she got up and went outside. She took off her heels and jogged down the street. Her house was about an hour’s jog away. A Car pulled up next to her and the window rolled down.

“Get in, I’ll take you home.” Her feet sore from the rocks she had stepped on, she hurried into the car. Morgan went straight to her bedroom, and grabbed a night shirt.

“Can we please talk about this?”

“I have to wash my feet. They’re black from the street.”

“Morgan.” Carson called after her shirt half unbuttoned.

Morgan washed off her feet changed into the night gown and walked into the living room. Puppy’s leash and collar were on the table so Carson took her out. Morgan curled up on the couch with Puppy and fell asleep. Three hours later Carson woke up to an empty bed. He walked out and saw Morgan sleeping with Puppy pressed to her face.

“Morgan.” He whispered touching her arm.

“Hmm?” She asked immediately.

“Come on. Let me take you to bed. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“Okay.” She muttered and rolled over taking Puppy prisoner.

Carson sighed, and scooped her up. He tucked her into bed grabbed his pillow and then went out to the couch. This is exactly why he had gotten an extra soft couch. Just in case he tossed himself into the dog house. He rolled over but couldn’t sleep.

The next morning Morgan came out yawning.

“You look like shit.”

“I feel like shit.”

“Good.”

Morgan took Puppy down stairs to go to the bathroom. When she came back up Carson grabbed her arms and her heart dropped.

“Stop being mad at me damn it.” He begged. “I’ll do anything you want. I won’t do anything to the building; I’ll buy you anything you want.” He actually got on his knees and pressed his head to her stomach. “I’ll buy you a car.”

“You won’t change the building?”

“No. I’ll build a shelter from the ground up if you stop being mad at me.”

“Alright.”

“Alright?” He asked standing up.

She nodded, and he hugged her. He planted a kiss on her head. She brushed her teeth and then headed off to work. It was late when Carson got home. Morgan walked over to the door.

“I’m so sorry.” Carson locked all the locks. “It was madness at the office, are you okay?”

Morgan slowly pushed Carson’s’ jacket off his shoulders. It fell to the floor, and he froze.

“What are you doing?”

She took off his tie.

“How was work?” She muttered, undoing the first button and kissing his chest.

“Um,” He stuttered.

There went the second button. Another kiss.

“It um.”

Another button another kiss.

“It was good.”

“Good.” She smiled, and then ripped free the rest of the shirt.

Buttons flew off, and she kissed his chest.

“Morgan.” He carefully said. “You’re going to get yourself in trouble if you don’t stop.”

“I like trouble.” She unzipped his pants.

“Morgan-“

She stuck her hand in his pants and he breathed through his nose.

She grinned, “Happy to see me?”

Carson glanced at the coffee table and sighed. He grabbed her wrists.

“Morgan stop. Your drunk.”

“I’m not drunk.”

“You are.” He flipped her over his shoulder and carried her to the bedroom.

He flopped her onto the bed and took off her clothes.

“Go to sleep. I’ll be in soon.”

When Morgan woke up it was barely light outside. She snuck out of bed, brushed her teeth and then got back under the covers on top of Cason. She kissed his chest three times. He breathed in and grabbed a handful of her hair. She looked up at him and he blinked at her.

“Are you still drunk.”

“Nope.” She muttered. “Pull my hair.”

And he did. Not because she asked, but because he was shocked she had asked.

“Mmm.” She muttered.

That was it. He flipped them over. She gasped, and he kissed along her bra line, and then he kissed her mouth, hands going under her bra, fingers exploring. Morgan broke the kiss with a shaky breath. He smiled at her, and then kissed her again. He slipped off of her, and ran a strong hand down her stomach. He stopped his middle finger just under the band of her underwear.

“Don’t stop.” She scooted closer.

“If I go any lower I won’t.”

“I’ve never had sex before.”

His hand froze, “What?”

“I’ve never really had sex before.”

“Morgan.” He moved his hand and flopped back.

Her heart sank. She got up and grabbed her shirt off the floor.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing.” She pulled on the shirt. “Nothing at all.”

She pulled on some sweats pulled her sexy ruffled hair into a bun, and left the bed room.

“Morgan come here, please.”

“No. Screw you.” Carson hopped out of the bed, and tackled her on the couch.

“Get off.”

“Did you just tell me to fuck off?”

“I said screw you.”

“Same thing.”

“Holding me down is a major turn on you know?” She demanded.

He grinned, “Maybe I should hold you down more often.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t.”

He held both of her wrists down with one hand, and stuck his other hand up her shirt.

“Don’t you dare!”

Carson bit his lip and ran his thumb over her nipple. Her eyes widened and he kissed her. He traced her bottom lip with his tongue as his hand was still at work. He bit her lip and she wiggled under him. He smiled and slowly stuck his tongue into her mouth. He slowly explored her mouth, and then someone knocked on the door. They both sighed.

“You know, if we were at my house, this wouldn’t happen.” He said. “I have no neighbors. No one to bug us.” He pulled on her ear with his teeth, “I could keep you poisoner.”

The idea was appealing to Morgan. Carson pushed up and answered the door.

“Uh,” Marcy said, “I was just returning my spare key.”

“Sure. Thank you.” He took the key, and then smiled at her.

Morgan popped her head